Keepers of the 3rd Seal

My vision blurs slightly as I toss my hair, walking across the black tiled floor. I stride confidently, oblivious to anyone I bump into, lost in the powerful music. The spirit of the liquor fuels me, but I still carry myself with assurance.

 

Reaching the center, I stop. I shake my head carefully and smile devilishly. I hear the crowd screaming and chanting. I begin to dance to the seductive music. I toss my purse aside, not bothering to look back.

 

I slowly tease my skin with my fiery touch. I loosen my black spaghetti strap dress, shutting my eyes sensually. The people around me applaud, and though I'm aware of what I'm doing, I just want to have fun for a moment. I haven't felt this way in days.

 

I only open my eyes when I feel a man in front of me. I look up, meeting his wide grin.

 

"Hi miss, need a company?" He holds a shot glass, letting one hand creep onto my small waist.

 

"Nope, I'm with some friends," I said softly, glancing towards the bar before returning my gaze to him.

 

I smile at him and snatch the vodka glass from his hand, finishing it in one gulp.

 

"Wooh, that's my girl!" He takes a step closer, leaning down towards me.

 

"What's your name?" he asks seductively. I smell his fresh breath, the heat making me even more dizzy and wild.

 

"Olivia…" I blurt out.

 

"Hmm.. nice name, I'm Anton." He closes the gap between us.

 

He puts his hand around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. I feel his hard, masculine body against mine as he leans close to my ear.

 

"Wanna go out with me?" he asks, offering me his alluring smile. Oh boy! His husky voice starts to weaken my sexual desire.

 

I smile seductively and slowly touch his lower lip.

 

"Just give me something to drink," I say, trailing my finger across his lips.

 

"Sure," he replies, pulling me to an empty table. He signals to the waiter, who approaches us immediately.

 

"Give us something hard,” he orders. Then he leans back on the couch and touches my hip.

 

The waiter simply nodded and turned away. He quickly returned, placing a bottle of Martini in front of us.

 

I looked around, searching for Kyla, but she was nowhere to be found. That witch left me again. I muttered to myself.

 

I bit my lower lip as he started filling a glass with gin.

 

He handed me the glass, which I eagerly took and drank.  Sheeet, I feel like I'm going to get really drunk tonight.

 

"Want some more?" I feel his sexy, wet lips against my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine, and I nod.

 

"Great, you're a good player,” he says, impressed.

 

I shake my head, trying to clear the dizziness from the back-to-back shots. I'm not drunk yet... I manage to convince myself that I'm doing the right thing.

 

I turn to face him, my gaze drawn to his eyes. His stern gaze reminds me of someone I can't forget. His lips graze my skin, sending butterflies fluttering in my stomach as his lips curve into a seductive smile.

 

I avert my gaze, focusing on pouring myself another drink from the bottle. The strong alcohol has a slightly bitter taste, leaving visible lines on my forehead.

 

I turn back to him, signaling to another waiter who quickly approaches.

 

"Give me some shots of tequila." He turns back to me, taking the glass from my hand, filling it and taking a drink.

 

Another drink arrived, and he handed it to me.

 

"Try that one…" He challenged me.

 

I grinned at him and downed the contents of the glass he handed me.

My tongue suddenly tingled from the taste. I heard him chuckle and held something out to me.

 

"Here.." He rubbed a small piece of lemon on my lips, and I sucked his thumb, staring at him.

 

Was it just the alcohol that made me do that? Or was I physically attracted to him? For a moment, everything around us stopped. Even the loud music seemed to fade away, the smoke and dim lights blurring in my vision. Then suddenly, he slowly kissed me.

 

The warmth and heat of his lips traveled down my spine. I deeply inhaled the sweet scent of his breath. I didn't have much power to resist him, so I pushed his body against mine, lingering my touch on him, up to his hair.

 

The taste of his tongue made it hard for me to breathe. I lost control and let him maneuver me, his hands moving up my shoulder. Oh boy... He started to strip down my thin dress.

 

I wanted to protest when he left my lips and kissed my neck, savoring the lust he could give.

 

"Let's go somewhere else,” he whispered.

 

And I nodded.

 

Out of nowhere, I was consumed by lust. I closed my eyes as I sat in his car. He drove fast, everything blurring in my mind.

 

In a flash, we were at his place. He easily dragged me to the door, kissing my neck and shoulder. He gripped my hand, leaning his head on top of mine, pulling me closer.

 

Lost in the darkness, I didn't know how to escape this sensation.

 

I let him caress my body. I had no strength to resist. He dominated me with his tender touch, my sex aching as he started kissing my nape, savoring me. I couldn't remember his name, but his unforgettable touch hit my heart.

 

We ended up naked on the bed, him slowly stroking my skin, showering me with happiness. Oh God... This is the pleasure I needed right now. I don't care who he is, but tonight he was mine.

 

"Olivia..." I closed my eyes tightly when he called my name. I smiled devilishly.

 

"Uhmm.." A small moan escaped my lips as he sucked and licked my breast, cupping the other. I was surprisingly naked, and he was naked from the waist up.

 

"You're so perfect... Damn perfect," he stated. He wasted no time, stripping off the rest of his clothes.

 

I stared wide-eyed at his oh-so-damn-big thing. I bit my lower lip, excitement surging through me. He started to run his hot hands up my thighs.

 

I focused on his six damn abs. Oh boy, he was truly a Greek god. I was already hypnotized.

 

His fingers crawled up my thighs. I wanted to scream, but I chose to bite my lips hard. I wanted the pleasure he could give me now. I dug my nails into his back as he entered his hammer nail into my sex.

 

I heard his heavy breath in my ear. I closed my eyes tightly, then caressed his skin.

 

He gripped my thighs tightly, as if I had no escape. He looked straight into my eyes again, and I remembered him.

 

He began to enter his thick and strong thing into mine.

 

But he suddenly stopped, and I felt his heavy breathing as he spoke.

 

"Oh fuck!" He tried to pull away, but I held him tight.

"Please... Go on." I couldn't see his reaction in the darkness, but his heavy breathing betrayed his shock.

"But you are---" he started, but I cut him off.

 

"Please…" I pleaded. I wanted this, I wanted him.

 

He seemed to gain confidence as his warm hand roamed my skin again. This time, he kissed me passionately, his touch tender and gentle.

As he entered me again, I was prepared, ready to embrace the pain. It hurt like hell, but I didn't care. It was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. I'd rather feel this physical pain than the endless torment of my unrequited love for him.

 

He moved slowly, exploring my body. I began to hear the music his touch created. I loved the pleasure he brought me. I went wild, losing myself as he moved faster and faster. I felt like I was in a race, being chased by an unstoppable force.

Our eyes met again in the darkness. His desire was intoxicating, consuming me. I couldn't remember him, couldn't recall a single detail of his body, but I knew… he wouldn't hurt me like they did.

 

"Lukkeee…" I whispered, not caring if he heard. Tears streamed down my face, and I couldn't hold back the surge of desire coursing through my body.

 

"Ahh… Fuck!" He groaned, his movements accelerating. He drove himself deeper inside me, and I felt the rush of sensation, the madness of our shared pleasure.

I bit my lip, gently releasing the culmination of our feigned desire.

 

Heavy breaths filled the silence as he rolled onto his side beside me.

Heavy breaths filled the silence between us as he rolled over onto his side, facing away from me. I tried to close my eyes, but his image lingered, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts.

Tears welled up in my eyes, silent and unshed. It wasn't the act itself that made me cry, but a different kind of pain. I wiped away the tears and turned to the man beside me. I shifted closer, turning to face him, and gently traced the outline of his face. His breathing was deep and even, indicating he was fast asleep, exhausted. A bitter smile touched my lips. How could I have so easily given myself to someone I didn't know? It felt like I'd stabbed myself in the heart.

But I touched myself, searching for regret. There was none. Even though I didn't know him, he'd shown me how to be loved, how to feel that I wasn't alone. And I thanked him for that. I figured we wouldn't meet again, so I felt a strange sense of peace.

I decided to leave. Reaching out in the darkness, I found my clothes and my black stilettos.  I stood up and walked away as if nothing had happened. One last time, I glanced at him.

 

"Thank you for this wonderful night," I said, before closing the door behind me.